Album Notes

Track-by-track: (as described by Chaffinch Jones (http://getthelot.blogspot.com)

1 – Ish’s voice is really brought to the forefront on the album’s opener. The melody makes me think of mid-70’s Neil Young but with lots more jingle-jangle and spittle. It’s classic Ish – in your face like a disenfranchised holler from a poet in the gutter.

2 – Dust Bowl alt-Americana with swathes of early 60’s British folk leanings. Track 2 is like being locked in a squat with your best buddy as he channels acoustic Led Zeppelin like a possessed Mexican bandit and lets his mates join in too. Heavy.

3 – This tune is like the greatest ever tapas bar serenade. If that’s insulting it shouldn’t be. It’s a raw little love song with lots of passion and top-class hollering Marquez.

4 – Hmmm, these sugar cubes taste funny. They’re not sugar cubes, Michael, they’re maggots, Michael. Track 4, the album’s title track is where things start to get decidedly trippy and quite frankly, brilliant. The Marquez holler is in full affect, all flamenco chants and beautifully wild howling. It has the gorgeous stench of cult classic wafting all over it and it’ll blow people away if or hopefully when he performs it live.

5 – Intense campfire music. Could that be a genre? Does it sound good? If so, this is that. Once again the vocals are at the forefront, beautifully harmonic and forceful as guitars pick and swoon all around.

6 – This tune has the gentle whiff of acoustic-latino-funk to it. But with a punkier punch and a picky shuffle. Heart on the sleeve sentiments belt out. It made my friend utter the phrase, “rattly funness” - it’s great.

7 – 1980’s British jangle meets Cat Stevens circa, ‘Where Do the Children Play?’ Another broken-hearted loss song. The Arthur Lee comparisons continue but this time with a nice rough-assed NY twist.

8 – Beautiful guitar pickings lead into another yearning and passionate vocal. It’s rough around the edges but that’s part of it’s charm.

9 – A real ‘Honest John’ song. Gifted with mellow, hazey edges and a lolloping groove. It’ll put a lump in your throat and if you’re in anyway human, a warm smile on your face too.

10 – A magnificently atmospheric instrumental with touches of John Martyn and The Electric Prunes wafting around it. It makes me think of maids with frothing jugs of ale and drunken farmers wives dancing around bonfires. Two things I love – nice one, Ish!